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Year posted - 2023

⚠️Warning(s) - Pure smut... Possible murder. 🤔

📝 - Okay so we're going to pretend that when he binds his soul to you, you can see him without those goofy glasses, and we're going to pretend you can touch him as if he were still living. We're also going to pretend that me thirsting over a ghost, that's got half his head/body mutilated and burned isn't weird. Okay? Okay. 😰

Cyrus never really liked his goddaughter, (Y/n). He had nothing particularly against her per se, but she was never a valuable asset in his eyes. Even when she came to be in his care at the age of thirteen, her parents having died in a freak accident. She was always in the dark about his plans, but she knew of his growing collection of dangerous spirits. She had been present for the capture of all of them after all. What she didn't know was that those were all failed attempts of her "accidental" death. Cyrus had been counting on one of the spirits taking care of her, before he would set the final parts of his plan in motion. Eleven ghosts later, and (Y/n) was still alive and well. "This should take care of her." Cyrus mused to himself as he triggered one of the many mechanisms of his glass home. Several walls shifted creating a direct path from the main corridor of the basement, upstairs and straight to (Y/n)'s room. Simultaneously her bedroom door creaked open softly, while the glass door to the Torn Princes imprisonment slid open. Cyrus sat comfortably in his library, knowing it was only a matter of time before the Torn Prince had finally dealt with his "baggage".

The vengeful spirit stepped out of his glass enclosure, and followed the path provided. When he finally reached the end, he was careful in entering the bedroom. Observing the room absentmindedly, before his attention snapped to the bed, where a soft murmur of a woman's voice sounded. Once he stood beside the bed, he realized that the woman was the very same one that had been present for his capture, (Y/n). He remembered her name, and how sad her eyes had looked as she gazed at him in the cube. She was also one of the few that wasn't afraid of him. How her compassion stuck with him long after their encounter, and only growing with every encounter they had afterwards. He rarely saw her in the basement, but even when she did come down, she always seemed to look straight at him, even though she wasn't wearing the glasses that would allow her to actually see him again. He was enamored, hell he was smitten with her, and now here she was right within his reach. A smirk tugged at Royce's torn lips as an idea bloomed in his twisted mind. He'd sat his bat aside some time ago without even realizing it, and had now grabbed the edge of her blanket, swiftly throwing it away from her body.

A chuckle bubbled in his chest and wispped around the room like a gentle breeze. Here she lay, the woman of his undying lust, clad in a loose tank top and a pair of paper thin lace panties, as if she were expecting him. She murmured in her sleep again, but remained asleep, even as he began pulling her gently to the side of the bed. "What a dream you are doll." Royce mused as he draped her legs over the side of the bed, placing himself between her thighs and simply observing her peaceful face for a minute or so. Then that violent side of him bled through for a moment, making him rip her panties apart with little effort. He chuckled at the sight of her pussy, she was wet, practically dripping even. His cold fingers trailed from her knees up to her hips, his thumbs brushing under her shirt feeling her warm skin. While his left hand snaked further under her shirt, anchoring on the side of her ribcage just below her breast. His right hand drifted to her mound, his thumb dipping between her folds, and tracing her clit in slow delicate circles. (Y/n) sighed out a soft moan, but remained asleep.

"So good." He praised as he slipped his ring finger into her soaked heat, a delighted groan passing from his lips at the feeling of her enveloping the one digit. "So warm." Royce added another finger, an astonished chuckle escaping him as he spread her open to his greedy eyes. "And you're all mine baby." He mused as he began thrusting his fingers slowly into her tight hole. "All mine." His left hand suddenly slipped out from her shirt, and he worked quickly on his belt. "Mine." He growled darkly, having pulled his erect cock out. He pulled his fingers from her heat, smirking at the sad whine that bubbled in (Y/n)'s throat. Pressing the head of his cock against her hole, he whispered her name softly before pressing into her. She moaned in pleasure, her head tossing to the side as he continued to press further into her until he bottomed out. "Fuck." (Y/n) whined sleepily, her eyes slowly fluttering open as she was roused awake, by what she thought was a wet dream. That is until Royce pulled back and snapped his hips forward, the head of his cock kissing her cervix as he did so.

"O-oh fuck." She moaned when he did it, her eyes locked on where they were connected. The only problem was, without the glasses (Y/n) couldn't see Royce. So she stared in wonder at her pussy, which was clearly stretched out around something, or rather someone that was pounding into her mercilessly. A gasped moan got caught in her throat when he hit a particularly special spot within her heat. Her head lulling back as she relaxed and simply enjoyed the best fuck of her life. Her name slipped passed Royce's lips once more, the sound reaching her ears and making her shutter in delight. "Mine." Royce growled again, the sound making (Y/n) whine, and her pussy clench. His pace was unrelenting, fucking into her animalisticly, pushing her rapidly towards her blissful release. "P-please." She whined as her back arched, the angle allowing Royce to push even deeper. "Yes!" (Y/n) cried out at the sensation, trying desperately to keep the angle, but her back already ached. He noticed her falter and slipped his right hand around the small of her back, the feel of his cold skin against her burning skin pulled a small gasp from her throat.

His left hand drifted from her hip, and splayed across the top of her mound, his thumb finding perches atop her thrumming clit. "I-I'm I-" Her climax ripped through her as he swiped at her sensitive bud in rapid circles. Royce groaned at the feeling of her clenching around him, her pussy trying desperately to milk his cock for all he was worth. "All mine." He groaned as he came undone, his spirit binding with her body and soul, binding them as one. "Royce." (Y/n) whispered his name when she opened her eyes, to find the spirit that had been ravaging her was now as visible as a living man. He remained within her heat, leaning forward until he was face to face with her, bracing himself on his hands beside her head. "It's you." She whispered in wonder, her hands coming up to cup his face, unbothered by the damaged flesh. "You're mine doll." He stated in a tone that sounded normal for once, and not ghostly and distant. "Forever." He whispered while his eyes fluttered closed, as (Y/n) pulled in down to meet his lips in a searing passionate kiss.

"Forever." She agreed as they parted, despite knowing in her heart that she didn't have a choice anyways. Royce stood up right, and slowly eased his cock out of her tender pussy, smirking at the sounds she made as he did so. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss against her thigh, before retreating to grab her a new pair of panties from the dresser. "I knew there was a reason I was so drawn to you." (Y/n) mused when he returned to her side, slipping her panties up her legs slowly, his greedy eyes still drinking her in. "We were made for eachother sweetheart." Royce mused with a smile, kissing her knee this time. "How did you get in here?" She asked as he rose to his feet, sitting upright in the bed herself, which only placed her level with his chest. His hand cupped her jaw softly, and he tilted her head back to look into her eyes. "Cyrus led me here... He wants me to kill you." Royce was honest with her, and part of her appreciated that, but she couldn't help the bubble of fear. Would he kill her now to ensure they would be together forever?

"Help me reach him, and I'll deal with him once and for all." He explained as his fingers traced her jaw, soothing her fear and worries away. "Okay." She whispered in agreement, knowing if she didn't, Cyrus would just find another way to finish the job. It took the efforts of removing several glass panels before (Y/n) could lead Royce to Cyrus's library. "How!?" Cyrus cried out in fear when (Y/n) entered the room, a devious smirk tugging at her lips. "You should have picked someone else to kill me." She taunted as Royce stepped in behind her, not that Cyrus could see him without his glasses. "Wha-?" Before he could react Cyrus was struck upside the head with a bat, again, and again, and again. Until his head was nothing more than a grisly pile of mush on the glass floor, the sight of it made (Y/n) grimace before she cast her eyes to Royce. "I want to free the others and leave this place behind." She looked into his eyes as he approached, a smile gracing her lips when he cupped her cheek in his free hand. "I'll keep you safe from them." He promised before he kissed her tenderly, pleaded with her desire to help the others, and abandon this horrid house of glass.

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*Hehe you fucked a ghost. 👻 Want more with Royce? Let me know anytime! 🥰

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